Next to the building in which I work is a group of small houses housing fat, angry women. One of them said the most intriguing thing, once. She was waddling down the driveway, yelling at somebody, when I heard her scream at the top of her lungs, "Why don't you say something with substance??! Like the F-word!!!". I later found out that the entire area next to us is designated as housing for convicted female felons.